A Perfect Heart

I remember when I first got you,
Perfectly wrapped and compact too.
Taking you off my wrist was a mistake,
But we had some good memories that weren’t fake.

You were one of the first jewellery pieces I ever wore,
Your perfectly sculptured sterling silver heart, for the core.
With every attire I would adorn,
But now that your gone, I feel forlorn.

For an object can mean something more
An unbreakable bond, an open door…

People may think I’m making fuss,

That you’re an object, nothing much

But you meant something more,

You were me, the person I hide deep down

But now I’ll say that all you were
Was a part of me, on an adventure…